Are you saying that I'm not a humble guy? Ouch. [Wriothesley acts mock hurt at her words.
Still, he obviously doesn't need to directly feel pleasure to enjoy himself. If anything, Wriothesley was probably thinking about his partner's pleasure to the point of forgetting his own. He enjoyed his partners lost in bliss. He wanted to see them climax by his hand.
His pleasure was secondary.
He laughs.] Do you even have to ask? The food we ate earlier is a pale comparison to you. [Honeyed, sweet words that are still uttered with utmost honesty. A quiet worship of the woman hovering above him. That tongue is more than just for sweet talk. He guides her down with his hands, his tongue lapping up some of the slick she produce and filling the room with wet, slurping sounds.]
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Still, he obviously doesn't need to directly feel pleasure to enjoy himself. If anything, Wriothesley was probably thinking about his partner's pleasure to the point of forgetting his own. He enjoyed his partners lost in bliss. He wanted to see them climax by his hand.
His pleasure was secondary.
He laughs.] Do you even have to ask? The food we ate earlier is a pale comparison to you. [Honeyed, sweet words that are still uttered with utmost honesty. A quiet worship of the woman hovering above him. That tongue is more than just for sweet talk. He guides her down with his hands, his tongue lapping up some of the slick she produce and filling the room with wet, slurping sounds.]